CHAPTER 145

The packs house.. Ives groaned in pain as he woke up to find himself at the ground of a cold alleyway. He blinked rapidly, his eyes struggling against the dark as they adjusted to the light above him and tried to figure out exactly where the hell he was. He slowly got to his feet, wincing in pain as he supported himself to a standing position, by holding the wall beside him. He looked around to see if anyone was around but all he saw were empty alleys with graffiti covered walls and doors that seemed to lead nowhere. He began limping to the entrance of the alleyway, leaning on the walls for support, wincing whenever his leg touched the ground. He could feel blood trickling down from the stab wound he got from the laced silver knife. As he reached the end of the alleyway, his foot caught a rock on the ground and sent it rolling away across the pavement, hitting a dumpster at the end and bursting its contents all over him as it hit the ground. He couldn't understa